Changbai Village, which has been inherited for more than 300 years, has a rich heritage that others cannot imagine.
Not to mention other things, the layout and construction of the houses in Changbai Village are completely different from other mountain villages.
The overall layout of Changbai Village adopts an east-west symmetry. In addition to a main north-south road in the middle, there are a total of 16 staggered alleys from north to south and east to west in the village.
At the end of the main road in the middle is the ancestral home of the Jin family. Behind the ancestral home is the Jiubu Ancestral Hall. There is a large square between the two, which is not only a place for ancestor worship, but also a martial arts training ground for the clan.
Although the mountain temple of the mountain god of Changbai Mountain is located on the ridge of Changbai Mountain, it is also on the central axis of the ancestral home and ancestral hall, far opposite the Wangji Hall of Xiaobai Mountain.
Except for the ancestral residence of the Jin family and the Shanshen Temple, the houses in Changbai Village are all typical courtyard houses with blue bricks and gray tiles. Because the doors are opened to the south of the east end and shaped like a pocket, they are also commonly known as "pocket houses".
The Fucha tribe chief's family lives on the west side of the main road, closest to the ancestral home, in a small quadrangle with two entrances.
In the main room, a beautiful woman who looked to be in her thirties or forties, but still in her mid-teens and still charming, was leaning on the big Kang by the window on the west side.
There was a fire and a fire burning in the room, and a wave of heat hit her face as soon as she entered the room. Therefore, the beautiful woman only wore a blue-grey slanted singlet, and a pair of silver-gray trousers underneath. Except for a few embroideries on the coat, Apart from the golden longevity chrysanthemums, there are no other flowers.
But there is a lotus red jade hairpin stuck in her bun, which is the finishing touch, making this person's temperament not too aloof, not too delicate, and just beautiful.
At this moment, this beauty was sewing a piece of clothing, stitch by stitch, very carefully. She looked like a typical good wife and mother.
But if you take your eyes away from her and move them to the ground, it becomes a bit interesting.
I saw that Songri Yilha, who looked like a little white flower in the Jin family's ancestral house, completely lost her pitiful look. She knelt on the footstep stepped on by this beauty, her face expressionless and without any trace of emotion. He emotionally recounted to the beautiful woman what happened at the Jin family's ancestral home, word for word.
She didn't hear the beautiful woman's response. She didn't dare to interrupt or move. She just lowered her head, as if waiting for her final fate.
As for the beautiful woman, she finished embroidering a pearl flower on the sleeve of her dress. After looking at it carefully, she smiled, as if she hadn't heard anything just now, and said to Songkeli: "Amaha! (My father-in-law) liked to wear the clothes I made, and even insisted that I embroider a Nichong Yirha (pearl flower), saying that having this flower would seem to carry me with him everywhere.
Although I don’t understand what the relationship between Nichung Yirha and me, Nichukhe, is, if he wants it, just embroider it for him, and there’s nothing to argue about.
This is generally true of everything in the world. The more you argue, the more wrong you become. Sonkri, do you understand? "
This beautiful woman is clearly Nechuhe, and she is worthy of being called the Pearl of Gualja. Just looking at her appearance and temperament, you would definitely not know that she is already over fifty years old. Together with Songkri, this pair of aunt and nephew are both Mother-in-law and daughter-in-law are like sisters.
When Songkri heard Nichuhe's last words, his face instantly turned pale, and he put his forehead at Nichuhe's feet, "Auntie, Songkli knows he was wrong!"
Ni Chuhe held the needle and thread in his hand, and then he looked at his niece and daughter-in-law, "Get up! Songkri, you have to know that I chose you because you have a good enough brain! Now, you My heart is confused."
Songkri stood up, stood beside Nichuhe with lowered eyebrows, and said in a deep voice: "Auntie, Songkli is willing to be punished!"
Nichukhe waved his hand, "That's all, tell me what you think of this matter!"
"According to our observations over the years, although that girl is smart, she is soft-hearted, naive, and can't stand up to trouble. From the moment Wang Jinzhu and Jin Shunxin met, we can see that she is simply weak and easy to bully, as if she can be pinched by anyone. A handful of buns.
But looking back, those three months seemed like a humiliation and a heavy burden. I didn't expect this girl to have such scheming, which is really surprising.
If she was really smart, she would know that she couldn't afford to offend anyone in the village.
Moreover, Jin Shunxin came over every time even though she knew her aunt was missing, which showed that she still missed her aunt in her heart. With her temper, she would definitely say many good things about her aunt to that girl.
Logically speaking, she has no reason and should not offend her aunt. "
After hearing this, Ni Chuhe didn't even want to look at Songkri. He just picked up a pair of small silver scissors and red paper from the small bamboo basket at the end of the kang, and prepared to cut paper.
Paper-cutting is an important part of Manchu traditional culture. It is dependent on the specific cultural background and living environment of the Manchu people. It has its own specific language and style of paper-cutting art.
Moreover, this is a kind of folk art that carries the splendid and profound culture of Changbai Mountain.
Although in this era, Manchu paper-cutting has not yet developed into what it was in later generations, it has a certain influence at home and abroad.
But every New Year's Eve, every Manchu household will cut paper and paste window grilles. This is something every Manchu girl needs to learn. It is a craft passed down from generation to generation by the elders.
Nichuhe is clever and handy. When she was young, she was the best girl in the village at paper-cutting. After she got married, she became the best wife at paper-cutting.
This year, she originally planned to cut a scene of the whole family worshiping their ancestors, but since she learned that Yun Shu was coming to "set up a pole", she changed her mind.
The small silver scissors were as flexible as a fish in the water in her hands. In just a few strokes, she cut out the appearance of a little girl wearing a cheongsam.
But Sonkeri didn't know what he said was wrong, and even his aunt looked good, so she boldly asked: "Auntie, Sonkeri is stupid, please teach your niece."
Nichuhe looked at the little girl who had been cut out, and it was a pity that she had only seen Sayisa Yilha once yesterday. She had good deeds, but no spirit. This cutout was useless.
If it is useless, it will naturally be useless!
Nichukhe threw the paper-cut in his hand on the table. The scissors in his hand continued to move on the red paper, but the speed slowed down obviously. After listening to Songkeli's words, he opened his mouth.
"Our young master is really smart. I think the two grandsons of the Tong family should tell her, because she is the only one who has the potential and qualifications to become a great shaman, so everyone in the village has to coax and respect her. she.
She, this is testing, testing the limits of the village, and you just happened to be the chicken who killed the chicken to scare the monkeys.
If the village had to coax her, then this was just a child throwing a tantrum, after all, the young master was just ten years old;
If the village forced her to apologize, the worst she could do was just slap her butt and leave. After all, she wasn't rushed here, so what's the use of being a young master in name only?
Not to mention the position of Young Master, it is the position of Lord. Although it is expensive, it is tacky. Only the Great Shaman is the person closest to the mountain god. "
Speaking of the word "mountain god", Nichukhe's tone was filled with undisguised fanaticism.
At this moment, a man in his thirties, with handsome features and a 50% resemblance to Nichukha, walked in quickly and said, "Mom, something big happened."
Nichukhe frowned and stopped what he was doing, "What does it look like to be in a panic?"
"Say Sayyilha has succeeded to the position of shaman!"
"What?" Songkri Yilha looked at his man in disbelief. How is this possible? How old is that little girl?
Although Nichukhe didn't speak, she exerted force with her hands, and with a "click" sound, the silver scissors had cut off the head of the little girl in red.
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